I had two hours to kill before the afternoon bus would arrive on campus and I could catch a ride back to my apartment.
I was tired and cranky after spending 3 hours in biochemistry lab. I loved the subject matter but hated the labs. I went over to the fine arts building of the eastern seaboard school I was attending to practice on one of the practice pianos kept there for the music majors.
I wasn't suppose to be on them but I had found that often one of the pianos would be free and playing the piano was a good way for me to unwind. Not that I played well, I was a self taught player. I just enjoyed it very much.
Only I was out of luck that day as all of the piano rooms were taken. I decided to take a crap and then head to the gym instead.
I was a science major but in order to get my undergraduate degree I had to take some liberal arts classes. Mostly I had tested out of my liberal arts requirements but I still needed about 6 credits to get my degree.
I had ended up taking a dance appreciation class. It was the only class I could get that didn't conflict with my core curriculum classes. I actually enjoyed the dance class. But the thing that makes the dance class important to this story was that I knew where the men's rest room was because of having a dance class in the building.
I made my way to the men's bathroom and sat down on one of the crappers. This one had a big hole in the wall.
I guess I took the breakup hard and felt like if that relationship didn't work, then none other would. I was 32 when I decided that if I couldn't find a guy to fall in love with then I should just find one (or more) to have fun with! So I got on line and started looking at for cute young boys toys. Lanky long haired guys for some reason had always turned me on. I found him quite hot.
As I have grown older, the nights have left me more restless. Not only was I restless, but also my cock was stirring in my briefs. That's not too bad for a guy of sixty-five. Most of my life I have known I was different. In my senior years, I have become more and more attracted to men. Just to lie naked next to a man with my eyes closed and kiss him deep and fondle his cock and balls.
The "why not" mode. I mean, that's not all. I have found myself grow decidedly more excited about see another guy's cock. and letting him see mine. I'm proud of mine. not saying HUGE, but. I guess sorta like the rest of me. nice and fun to be around. Perhaps, it's not different then the innocent curiosity of pre-pubescent exploration of the human form. music food, movies.
In case there is anyone left on the planet who doesn't know what a glory hole is, it is a hole cut in the partition between toilet cubicles through which you can poke your cock for the man - usually a stranger - in the next cubicle to suck. Usefully, people had scrawled messages round the holes, like SUCK ME and I NEED COCK. And it tasted as good as it looked.
As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
I haven't been to one in a while, and besides, I hadn't seen the friends in a while, either, so I figured, what the hell. After a bit, I decided to use the john. Like every hotel, the Penta had a reputation as having a couple of bathrooms where stuff went on, but I didn't expect anything, considering the nature of the event. I stroked and looked back, to show that I was interested.
During college I never had the courage to act upon my desire for you. Blond, 6'2", with 210 pounds of farm-raised muscle, you seemed so far out of my league that being good friends was good enough. You let me have a glimpse at the world of the football team with your great bodies and stories of your sexual experiments with one another.
This started when I was in a shopping centre, bursting for a piss, looking for the toilets. I was in a corridor, looking for the toilets, when this guy walked out of a door. I asked him if he knew were the gents were, and he told me they were through this door, the one he had just come out of. I thanked him and went into the room, and went to the stalls. From that day on, I knew I was bi-sexual.
The boy was Chinese, slight of build, maybe 1m65 tall, but his muscles showed clearly through his cheap T-shirt. His face was truly beautiful. His eyes particularly were striking in their direct look and their luminosity. He wore a pair of jeans which clearly advantaged his well-developed buttocks. The man thought he looked like he was 16 or 17. He was with a group of friends.
I hadn't been there very long when some one came into the bathroom and sat in the stall beside me.
He pulled out one of the thickest cocks I had ever seen and I was mesmerized. At first he was semi-coy, hiding his burgeoning cock under his shirt bottom but then becoming more brazen as he begin to stoke his monster. I didn't think cocks that big actually existed in real life.
He noticed me watching him and stood up and moved his cock to the glory hole. Only it was so thick that only the head managed to slip through the hole. He tried to force it through the hole, but it was just not working out. He could really just get the very tip of his cock through the hole. My eyes widened in anticipation of having that monster inside of me and then I whispered to him that I knew of a place that was more private and he said ok.
I was dumfounded at the size of the guy that came out of the stall. He was about 6'5 and dressed in shorts and a nice short sleeve shirt and he had huge feet that were dressed in slip on loafers. Everything about the guy was big. He had wispy brown hair and greenish gray eyes. He wasn't a body builder but just a big farm-bred country boy. He had on Bermuda shorts but beneath the shorts his calves were long and thick.
Later I would find out he was a country boy with money. But just then all I could see was how big he was. Not just tall but broad shoulders as well. He towered over my proud 5'9 inches. Somehow it really turned me on.
On the way to the field house we introduced ourselves. He told me his name was Mark and he had the sexiest North Carolina accent you ever heard in your life.
I knew from experience that this time of day the men's shower area in the field house would be deserted. It was after classes and the school's sports teams were out on the field for practice.
I couldn't wait to see that big fat dick of his again and before he could drop his drawers all the way down, I flung my face forward and I swallowed his fat dick.
He moaned softly as I tried to swallow all of his cock. He put his hands gently on my head and encouraged me with them to take his dick as deeply as I could.
I pulled his shorts down the rest of the way and even with my eyes closed as I sucked his cock I could feel his chunky ass with my hands.
Mark had a big ass. I don't mean fat. He had a football players ass. It was chunky and round and beautiful. He was fair skinned and his ass globes were smooth and slightly pink and gold like a Georgia peach. I turned him around and for a second just admired his man sized cheeks.
Then I bent him forward and maybe he had never felt a tongue up his sweet hole before, but I ate him out like a starving man.
Pretty soon he was bucking that big butt back and trying to drive my tongue even deeper between those man globes.
He was talking dirty to me and it was turning me on so much. I ran my hand over the shelf of his ass and around his globes and hummed in happiness.
Mark was big all over. He had big powerful feet and he had powerful thighs that were bunched at the moment with his head thrown back and his hands flat against the shower walls.
His ass tasted as sweet as any cherry I had ever eaten and pretty soon they were gleaming in the soft light of the shower room from the spit shine I was giving them with my tongue.
I know he had been pretty uneasy about someone walking in on us in the beginning, but now he was too far gone to care and his big dick was jumping with his lust and angrily swollen.
I turned him around again and swallowed his cock again and worked my finger deep into his clenching asshole. I think he was turned on watching his big pink balls resting on my black chin and With a yelp and a gasp he shot his load into my mouth and again grasped my head and held it buried on his bone until every last gush from his cock was swallowed.
He pulled me up off the tiles and kissed me and whispered thanks.
We became friends over time. I was the one who introduced him to a guy who became his boyfriend.
I had mixed emotions about that. I loved the guy he was with and was glad they were happy together but I regretted that I would never have another chance at that southern ass again.
As usual we went out to the local bar. There we hooked up another friend Chris. We danced and such then when the bar closed we all decided to come back to my place. As we pulled in I noticed that outside of one of the corner townhouses was a younger guy. I had seen him down there before but never had been able to strike anything up with the guy.
We met at a friends apartment, put down a plastic tarp and went over the rules. It would be an erotic oil first-to-cum-loses wrestling match, we would use any means to force the other man to shoot first. I chose a white thong to wear which barely contained my swelling 8" cut cock.
Marc is 28 and a fine hunk of man. He works out at a local gym keeping his body in fine tune. He has a large chest and broad shoulders. His ass is round and tight which he shows off wearing tight blue jeans. I love for him to be shirtless and just wearing his jeans. Sometimes I just rip them off and blow him from being turned on by seeing him this way. Marc and I talk a lot about our fantasies.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
I made a quick check, none ot the booths were occupied since it was a bit early, so I decided to just wait it out. This place had a big room on one side, no doors, and no videos, just a very dark room where sometimes guys would just let it all hang out and wait for a cocksucker to come and do his thing. As I went through the door, my eyes caught sight of a real hunk slouched in the doorway.
Atlanta, the closest place, was 150 miles away. There was nothing else of any consequence close to the school. My company included the football team. One night I went out to the latrine to take a piss. It was late, as lights were out. One of the football players was pissing next to me.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
A few cars are parked in a narrow lot opposite a wide expanse of lawn that needs water badly--the drought is felt here because of neglect. Beyond the dying grass, the hills of the great park rise abruptly into the blue blue of the Southern California sky. A lone figure is standing at the head of a well trod trail smoking and watching.
To me it's like a fine wine or an expensive brandy -- something to be savored, for the taste of it in my mouth, the feel of it in my throat, and the pungent aroma of it. I'm speaking of my love of sperm, of course. The first cum I tasted was my own, but this is the story of other tastings.
Since my dad died, I have been very close to my older cousin Evan. At the time Evan was president of his Fraternity. Now I'm 5'11" 155 brown hair and grey eyes. I am a gymnast and the rings are my specialty. Because of that I have a nicely developed upper body. I have good pecs with quarter sized nipples that are the same shade of light pink as my lips.
At one point people had lived there, but for the time being it was just empty rooms and maintenance facilities. At the center of one wing was an old bathroom, musty and unused, that someone had forgotten to lock. I would drop my pants and stroke away in the shower area, imagining the room full of naked guys waiting their turn to use and abuse me.
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